Date: Sat, 06 Mar 2004 00:04:36 -0600
From: Robby Sr.
Subject: It's All Relative
The following story is complete fiction. It involves gay sex between boys
and men. If you don't want to or aren't supposed to - don't. If you do and
you can - go for it! This story is copyrighted by the author, 2004. it may
be posted to other websites as long as my name and email address are
included. A courtesy email to let me know you intend to post elsewhere
would be appreciated! Thanks!
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IT'S ALL RELATIVE
BY ROBBY SR.
All of the studies done on the subject have shown that not only does a gay
gene exist, it runs in families. So everyone who is gay would have to
wonder which of their ancestors were also gay. As it happens, I recently
learned that at least one of my gay ancestors was my
great-great-grandfather.
My grandfather left his house to my father, who turned it over to me. It's
located just outside Washington DC in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It's a big,
old house that was built with room to house a live-in staff of servants (My
grandfather was an emminent college professor). It even has a guest
house. I don't need all that space so I'm thinking of turning it into a
bed-and-breakfast and I'll live in the guest house.
I was going through the tons of stuff in the attic and ran across a
"journal" or even something of an autobiography that my
great-great-grandfather wrote. He wrote it long- hand a little over 50
years ago just before he passed away. It was tough to read - he didn't have
an education and, according to him, didn't even learn how to read and write
until after he retired! He didn't use any punctuation or anything, and the
booklet itself was old and yellowed with fragile pages, so it took me a
long while to read and decipher it.
I copied it and corrected his mistakes, but it wasn't any good then. I
guess I fixed too much and it was then no longer my great-great-grandfather
talking. So I went back over it and left it much like he wrote it word for
word. I only corrected enough to make it easier for anyone to read, but
left everything else alone, including the spelling! I got quite a kick out
of it, so here it is...
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My name is Will, short for William, and I don't rightly know how old I
am. Alls I know for sure is I was borned sometime in the early 1870's. I'm
around 80 years old now I guess, as I write this the year is 1950, and I
know I'm 'bout to go to my reward, whatever that may be. I worked at
farmin' all my life and don't know nuthin' else. I retired from that 'bout
five years ago and moved here to the city so's I can be close to my young
uns and close to the doctor.
It weren't 'til after I moved here that I even learnt to read and
write. Guess I didn't have nuthin' much else to do so I found me one of
them college kids willin' to make some extra money teaching me. He since
finished his schoolin' and moved away. He was a good kid. I hope he does
OK.
I was borned right there on the farm. Weren't no hospitals anywhere close
to us in those days anyways so everyone was borned at home, and most times
without even a midwife there. We lived on a patch of land in Nebraska. I
learnt later the farm and house was passed down from my grandpa to my pa,
and he passed it on to me.
The house we lived in started out as a log cabin my grandpa built with his
own two hands. He homesteaded and farmed the place in the 1840's and then
hitched up with a gal and had some young uns and added on to the cabin. My
pa added on some more and now it looks like a regular house 'stead of a
cabin.
We didn't have no neighbors right when I was still a baby but when I was
able to walk and talk another family built theirselfs a house close enough
to ours that we could see it. Until then you could walk anywhere outside
and think you was the only people in the whole world. They had a boy 'bout
my age named Tom, and me and him were best friends. They almost had another
baby but Tom's ma and the baby died during the birth. That happened an
awful lot in those days. Folks kept tellin' Tom's pa to hurry up and find
another gal to hitch up with and have some more young uns but he never did.
Turned out Tom's ma was the second wife his pa had. He had a brother
older'n him named Jeremy, and Tom's pa said he just didn't want to go
through loosin' another wife so he just stopped hitchin' up with 'em. The
reason they built a house close to ours was because Tom's pa wanted to
start out fresh. The old house had too many memories in it for him and it
wasn't standin' too good any more anyway.
Tom and me would play while my pa and Tom's pa and Jeremy finished up the
house and built a barn. With the left over lumber they fixed up our house
and barn a bit too. So after our chores was done me and Tom would run off
and play games or somethin'. In the summer we'd run off to the pond and
strip down nekkid and go swimmin' and maybe do a little fishin' too.
We never did have any schoolin'. Weren't no schools around us even if we
wanted to go, but back in those days the work done on the farm was more
important. It was the farmin', not the schools that brought in money so's
we could buy stuff and food to eat in the winter. It didn't mean much
though. Hardly anyone had any schoolin' so me and Tom didn't stand out
none. My ma and pa didn't have no schoolin' either and that was the reason
I guess why even today I don't know exactly how old I am.
The only book we had in the house was the family Bible. It was one of them
unwritten rules back then. If you had a house, you had to have a family
Bible. Didn't make no difference what religion you were or even if you was
religious at all - you had to have one. Ours was a big ole book and heavy
too. It sure looked nice sittin' in our front parlor but nobody knowed how
to read it. Even the folks who knew how to read and write still couldn't
read the Bible anyway 'cause it was written so funny. The only one we knew
of who could read the Bible and understand what it said was the
preacher. So we all just listened to him and did what he told us to do.
In the front of the Bible was a bunch of pages where you was supposed to
write down who got hitched with who and when they did and when the younguns
was borned. All my ma could do was draw a picture that looked a little bit
like a person wearin' either trousers or a dress and that's how anyone knew
I was borned. But since she couldn't read any of the words she didn't know
if she was drawin' my picture in the right place or not.
Me and Tom growed up together and did our chores and played. Both of us
were still too young to do anything about it when the Civil War broke out
so we didn't pay too much attention to it. The grown up folks would talk
about it some but that was about it. It was fought mostly way out east by
the ocean. It didn't really come to Nebraska so it didn't mean much to us.
Once a month or so we'd all hitch up the horses to the wagons and spend a
day ridin' into town. It took most all day to make the trip so we always
left on a Friday mornin'. We stayed Friday night at Tom's brother's
house. Now Jeremy had hisself a whole mess of schoolin'. When he was done
he was a fancy lawyer and had a office right there in town with a big ole
sign hangin' with his name on it and everything. We was all real proud of
him.
On Saturday mornin' we'd go in to town and lay up supplies for the
month. Me and Tom would run around town lookin' for places to play and some
other boys to play with. If there was enough money left over after payin'
for the supplies we'd get ourselfs some rock candy and sit on the porch of
either the general store or Jeremy's office and suck on the candy and watch
folks goin' by.
On Sunday we'd dress up in our finest and go to church. Me and Tom weren't
comfortable at all in the clean trousers and shirt and we couldn't play in
'em and only the Good Lord Hisself could help us if we got those clothes
dirty. So we couldn't wait to get out of 'em and back in our regular
clothes. After service was over the grown up folks would stand around
visitin' and me and Tom would run back to his brother's house. We'd laugh
and have a race to see who could get out of the nice clothes the
fastest. We'd get ourselfs completely nekkid and laugh at each other see
how much our peckers was growin'. After the grown up folks were done
visitin' and gossipin' we'd start the trip back home.
Now in those days we didn't go to church every Sunday 'cause it was too far
away. If we tried to make the trip every weekend we wouldn't get the work
done on the farm. So the preacher never made it a problem for us that we
only went once a month. But there was a rule in the town. It wasn't writ
down anywhere, but the rule was: if you was in town on Sunday, you was in
church. Didn't matter if you wanted to or not or if you believed or not -
you went. When you was in town everybody knowed it, so if you didn't show
up in church the sherriff would come lookin' for ya.
Even when I was a boy I understood the power a preacher had. You could
break the law and get away with it, and you could sass your folks and get
away with it, but if you ever dared go against what the preacher said you
were made to wish you could die right there if you was a boy, or if you was
a grown up you could be run right out of town.
Now and again Tom and his pa would go back into town. They would just ride
their horses 'stead of hookin up a wagon so they got there a lot
quicker. Sometimes Tom's pa would come home by hisself and go back again a
couple days later and come home with Tom. Tom stayed with his brother on
those days.
Tom was a year or two older'n me we figured. One day when we was swimmin' I
saw he was growin' some hair around his pecker and asked him how he got it.
"Cause I'm growin' up, stupid!" he said.
"I ain't stupid!" I yelled at him. I hate it when someone calls me stupid.
"Then how's it you don't know nuthin'?"
I thought about it a second, "Well it ain't 'cause I'm stupid!" I got mad
and walked out of the water and started pullin' on my overalls.
"Aww, don't do that!" Tom whined. "I was just talkin'. You ain't stupid."
I took my overalls back off and walked back in the water. I kept my eyes on
Tom's pecker and the hair.
"I'm growin' hair just 'cause I'm older'n you," he told me. "You'll grow
some hair too in another year or so."
He said he'd been talkin' to his brother Jeremy, so I figured he knowed
what he was talkin' about with all the schoolin' Jeremy had. I walked up
right next to Tom and leaned over a bit to look at his hair up
close. Whilst I was lookin', Tom's pecker started to get longer. I looked
up at him. He was lookin' down at me an' smilin' real big.
"What'cha doin?" I asked him.
"It's gettin' big and stiff," he told me. He grabbed his pecker and started
movin' his hand up and down it. It got bigger and real stiff and was
standin' up all by itself. I didn't know why, but I could feel mine gettin'
bigger too. It'd done that before and I thought maybe somethin' was goin'
wrong with it but I was too scared to ask my pa or anybody about it.
Tom smiled at me some more and was rubbin' his hand up and down his pecker
faster. I scrunched up my face. "What'cha doin' that fer?"
"Cause it feels good!" Tom said. He was breathing funny now. Faster. He let
his head fall back for a second and then looked at my pecker. I looked down
and my pecker was standin' up by itself too. It wasn't as big as Tom's but
it wasn't real small either.
Tom smiled at me and didn't say nuthin' but just reached out and grabbed my
pecker and started rubbin' it up and down like he was doin' to his. He was
right, it did feel good. Felt kinda naughty too, but it felt good so I just
stood there in the water and let him rub it.
Tom grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his pecker and made me rub his
like he was rubbin' mine. It felt a little strange. Didn't feel like mine
but it sure was solid. I moved my hand up and down it like he was doin' to
mine. After a minute Tom put his other arm around my shoulders and we
walked up to the bank. Tom laid down in the grass and held his pecker up.
"Come on," he said.
"Come on an' what?" I asked. I had no idea what he was talkin' about.
"Put it in your mouth and suck on it!" He said it like I should have known
what he was talkin' about.
"Put it in my mouth?" I asked. "What fer?"
He rolled his eyes and looked like he was gonna call me stupid again. I
gave him a dirty look and turned my back on him.
"Aww stop actin' like that!" he said. "I'm tryin' to help ya if you'd jess
lissen to me!"
I turned back around to look at him, "Well you don't gotta keep on actin'
like you're better'n me! You might be smarter'n me but not much! You sure
ain't better though." I stood up to start gettin' dressed again. I was a
little mad at him but it was gettin' close to time to start my evenin'
chores anyways. He got up on his knees and reached out to me to stop me.
"Wait! I didn't mean nuthin'! Here - I'll show ya what I mean." My pecker
had got little again when I got mad at him. He took hold of it again and
rubbed it some and it did feel good so I stood still and let him 'til it
got big again. He was on his knees in front of me, and he didn't slow down
or nuthin' but just opened his mouth and stuck my pecker in it and sucked
on it. It felt so good I almost fell over.
I didn't really fall but I did wind up layin' on the grass. Tom laid down
too and I spread my legs and Tom kept right on suckin' on my pecker. I felt
like I was 'bout to pee right in his mouth but it felt different. I started
hollerin' anyway that I was 'bout to pee but Tom didn't pay no attention to
me and kept right on suckin' on my pecker. I was sure I was gonna pee in
his mouth but figured I'd warned him and all, and if he didn't wanna lissen
to me then that was his fault. So I laid back and just let it happen.
I didn't pee of course but that day I didn't know nuthin' other'n it felt
better'n anything I ever felt before. Tom told me it was called 'cummin,'
what ever that was. I didn't care what it was called. It felt so good I
thanked him. Then he told me I'd have to do it to him too.
I didn't care. He just rolled over on his back and I laid between his legs
like he did mine and took his pecker in my hand again. It was right up in
my face and I was a little nervous about it. I ain't never done nuthin'
like this before and wasn't sure if it was right or not. But I figured Tom
made me feel so good that I owed him. So I stuck my tongue out and licked
his pecker real quick, and found out it wasn't gonna bite me or nuthin' so
I stuck it in my mouth.
It tasted kinda funny, but not bad. The skin moved back and forth and Tom
reached down and peeled it back so the end of it stuck out. Then I could
suck on it like he did mine and Tom started moanin' and tellin' me it felt
good and to keep on suckin' on it, so I did.
After a minute or two I decided it felt good suckin' so I started suckin'
harder and faster like he'd done to me. I kept lookin' up at Tom and he had
his head back on the grass and was breathin' harder and moanin' a little.
When he started buckin' his hips and put his hands on my head so I couldn't
let his pecker outta my mouth I knew he was feelin' just like I did. I
figured he wasn't gonna pee in my mouth so I kept on suckin' and he
hollered out for a while and I almost throwed up when I felt a little bit
of his pee in my mouth. I jumped off his pecker and spit his pee out and he
started laughin' at me.
"You better stop it!" I yelled at him. "You didn't tell me you was gonna
pee in my mouth!"
"It ain't pee!" he laughed. "It ain't real yet, but it's called 'cum.' It
ain't pee at all. I wouldn't do nuthin' like that to ya. Really I
wouldn't." He was talkin' but he was holdin' on to his stomach and
laughin'.
"Well dang it! How come I didn't do that and you did?" I was still mad at
him and was puttin' my clothes back on.
"You can't make cum 'til you're a little older," he said. "You'll start
cummin' 'bout the same time you start growin' hair. Didn't your pa tell ya
nuthin' 'bout this stuff?"
"No. Did yours?"
"Heck yes!" he looked surprised. Like there was somethin' wrong with me
'cause I didn't know nuthin' about it. "Jeremy tells me too. He's the one
taught me how to suck on a pecker like I did yours."
"He did?"
"Yeah. Him and me suck on pa's sometimes too. That's why we go into town
sometimes. To visit with Jeremy. Him and pa would get their peckers stiff
and stick 'em up my butt."
I was standin' there with my clothes only half on and half off and was just
listenin' to Tom. "Stick 'em up your butt!?!?. . . What fer?"
Tom kept rollin' his eyes like there was somethin' wrong with me. Usually I
get mad when he does that but this time I didn't pay no attention and just
waited for him to answer.
"So they can fuck me. Why else?"
"Fuck you?" I ain't never heared that word before and still didn't know
what Tom meant. "What fer?"
"Fer fun, stupid! What else fer?"
"Well I dont' know!" I yelled at him. "It ain't my fault I don't know! Stop
talkin' to me like that or I ain't never gonna play with ya no more!" I was
almost cryin' now and pulled my overalls the rest of the way on and started
stompin' off to home. I didn't care if Tom came with me or not but he ran
up to me.
"Slow down, dang it!" he ran up next to me. I didn't look at him but he
kept on talkin'. "Don't you ever lissen when your pa sticks his pecker in
your ma and fucks her?"
I just glanced at him but kept right on walkin' fast. "No. I aint' never
heared 'em doin' nuthin' like that."
"You probly heared 'em but you just didn't know what they was doin'."
I stopped walkin' and looked at him. "What's it sound like?"
Tom smiled at me, "Almost just exactly like what we was doin'," he
said. "Jeremy said he used to listen to my ma and pa all the time when we
had the cabin. He slept in the loft and there weren't no walls or
nuthin'. He could even watch 'em."
"Yeah?" I was real interested now and wasn't walkin' no more. I only
thought for a second that I'd be late for my evenin' chores and then forgot
about 'em. "He watched 'em fuck?"
"Yeah!" Tom was real excited now. "Jeremy would sneak over to the railin'
and watch 'em. Last year Jeremy started makin' me put his pecker in my
mouth and suck on it."
"And he started fuckin' you too?"
"Yeah! Right up my butt."
"But," I asked him, "Your ma and pa never knowed he was watchin'?"
"He said they never did know. Last year my pa came to the pond one
afternoon when we didn't know he was comin'. He caught Jeremy fuckin' my
butt."
My eyes went wide 'cause I thought that was the worst thing. To do what me
and Tom did and get caught at it. "Did ya get the hick'ry switch?"
Tom shook his head and laughed. "Naw," he said. "Pa made us both suck on
his pecker and then he fucked me and Jeremy both up our butts. We been
doin' it ever since."
"No foolin'!?"
"Heck no! We even told our pa Jeremy used to watch him fuckin' ma. That's
when he told us that the women folk ain't got no peckers. Alls they got's a
hole where their peckers is supposed to be."
"A hole?" I was shocked. "That's all?"
"Yeah. Pa says that's what they's made for. To get fucked so's they can
make some young uns like us."
I was amazed at what Tom was tellin' me. I ain't heared nuthin' like that
before. My pa never told me nuthin' and I told Tom so.
"Maybe he only thinks you ain't old enough yet," Tom said. "He'll tell ya
some stuff soon I reckon." The sun was headin' down pretty quick and I knew
I was late for my chores. So was Tom, so we split up and ran the rest of
the way home.
When I got home my pa was just about to start my chores for me. It was a
good thing I got home in time to do my chores myself, but on that day I
couldn't figure out why he got so mad at me and took the hick'ry switch to
me when I asked him if I could watch him fuck my ma.
The next day pa wouldn't even look at me at breakfast and after we ate he
stormed off and went to talk to Tom's pa. He came back later and took me
out back of the barn where my ma couldn't hear us. I thought he was gonna
whip me again but alls he did was tell me not to lissen to or believe
anything Tom told me. He said Tom's pa got real mad at Tom and was most
likely takin' the switch to him right now. 'Cause he said that, I imagined
that even from all that way I could hear Tom hollerin' out the same way I
did.
After I finished my chores I dug up some worms and wrapped 'em up and took
my fishin' pole and headed out to the pond. The pond was halfway between my
house and Tom's. From my house you could see Tom's house but it was too far
away to see if anyone was outside. At the pond you could see though, and
when I got there I could see Tom and his pa outside wavin' to me to come on
up. I figured maybe Tom's pa was mad at me too. I knew he wouldn't take no
switch to me but he'd give me a good talkin' to. I figured I had it comin'
so I went on up to Tom's house to get it over with.
Tom and his pa were laughin' when I got there. Now Tom's pa is a real big
man. Even my pa and the other grown up folks in town said that Tom's pa was
a big man. He sat me up on his lap and I felt like a baby sittin'
there. Tom's pa told me that it didn't make him no never mind what me and
Tom was doin', but that I'd best keep my mouth shut about it to everybody
else. He said he only told my pa he'd give Tom the switch but he didn't
really. Instead what he did was take Tom inside the house and fucked his
butt just for the fun of it. He even told me that me and Tom could go
inside right now and get nekkid and fuck each other if we wanted to and he
wouldn't tell nobody.
Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me in the house. We went up to his room and
took our clothes off and got on his bed. Tom made me lay out flat on my
back. He swung his leg over me and leaned down and sucked my pecker up in
his mouth. From where he was, his pecker was right over my face so I
reached up and bent it down and sucked on it too. I was feelin' so good I
didn't care when I heared Tom's pa come in the room, and couldn't see that
he was nekkid too. His pa got on the bed and took my feet and put 'em up
so's I could wrap 'em around Tom's neck while he sucked on my pecker.
Next thing I felt was Tom's pa was lickin' at my butt hole. I ain't never
even thought about anything like that but it felt so good I just started
suckin' on Tom's pecker even harder. His pa licked my butt like that for a
long time and I liked all of it.
Tom's pa said, "Let's show 'im, son."
Tom rolled off me and laid on his back and spread his legs like mine was
with his feet up in the air. I rolled up on my side and rubbed my pecker
and waited to see what they'd do. Tom's pa got up on his knees and spit on
his pecker. He spread his spit around it and before I knew what was going
on he stuck that thing right up in Tom's butt! Tom's eyes went wide and he
gritted his teeth but he didn't say nuthin'. Tom's pa had a pecker that was
as big as his body looked like it oughta be. I had no idea you could put
your pecker right up in somebody's butt like that. He started movin' it
back and forth and I could see it slidin' in and out of Tom's butt. I
looked at Tom and saw him first lookin' like he was gonna holler out, and
then he smiled. He reached up and wrapped his arms around his pa's neck and
started tellin' his pa to fuck him.
His pa leaned over and I couldn't see his pecker anymore but he started
movin' back and forth faster and faster and it looked like he was really
hittin' Tom hard 'cause Tom's hair was shakin' and the whole bed was
bouncin' up and down and Tom just kept right on sayin' "Yeah pa! Fuck me
pa!" over and over again. Suddenly Tom's pa stopped movin' and he let out a
holler that I thought would scare all the animals. And then he just laid on
top of Tom and Tom smiled and panted and looked at me and smiled.
Tom's pa raised up and I watched him pull his pecker out of Tom's butt. It
made a sucking kind of sound when it came out and Tom's butt hole looked
like it'd been turned inside out. I got down between Tom's legs and looked
at it real close.
"Don't it hurt?" I asked him.
Tom just smiled and shook his head, "Only a little bit right at
first. After that there ain't no better feelin' anywhere."
Tom's pa said since I ain't never been fucked before that his pecker was
too big for me, but that I oughta let Tom fuck me since his pecker was more
my size. I didn't really know if I wanted to but Tom's pa was right there
and he was sweatin' and he was nekkid and he was big and he scared me! So I
did what I was told.
Only thing he did different was he stuck his finger up in my butt first and
moved it in and out a bit 'til I got used to it. His finger didn't hurt me
at all, and even felt good after a minute or two. Tom's pecker was only a
tiny bit bigger than his pa's finger so I didn't say nuthin' when Tom got
between my legs and spit on his pecker. Tom's pa moved around 'til he was
behind my head and he grabbed my feet and held 'em up so's I couldn't lower
my legs. Tom rubbed his spit on his pecker and even though I didn't know
what I should expect I was surprised how easy he put it up my butt.
Tom was right. It only felt funny at first but after a couple minutes it
felt good. Real good. Tom started fucking me hard and fast right away and
he didn't last long, but that feeling like I was gonna pee started up right
away and I didn't even have to grab hold of my pecker at all. I hollered
out, but that didn't mean I wanted Tom to stop. Tom threw his head back and
I know he cummed in my butt the way his face looked. That was the first
time in my whole life I got fucked and I decided right then and there that
I loved it.
Tom's pa told both of us once again not to tell anybody what we was doin'
and after the hick'ry switch I already had I had no plans at all to tell my
pa. Tom's pa had to go out to the fields after that and Tom fucked me two
more times that afternoon and showed me how to rub my spit on my pecker and
stick it in his butt and I thought I was gonna faint dead away 'cause it
felt so good.
After that day I went up to Tom's house most every day or Tom and I met up
at the pond. There was plenty of weeds growin' around the bank of the pond
so me and Tom could hide in the weeds and fuck each other's butts all
afternoon when we wanted. Tom's pa started invitin' me to go into town with
'em to visit Jeremy, and when my pa would let me I'd go with 'em. Me and
Tom and Jeremy and Tom's pa would all get rid of our clothes and suck on
each other's peckers and fuck each other all day and all night. I got to
where I could even take Tom's pa's pecker up my butt just like Tom could.
We carried on like that for a couple years. It was fun and all, but I still
couldn't help wonderin' if it was all okay. About a year later I started
growin' hair too just like Tom had, and my pa did talk to me, but alls he
talked about was fuckin' the women folk, and that didn't help me none. I
understood what he meant though. I was expected to hitch up with a gal
sometime and have a bunch of young uns myself. My ma went barren after she
had me so I never did get to have any brothers and sisters and pa had to
pay a couple of guys to help him out on the farm. He told me the more young
uns I had, the more help I'd have on the farm after he turned it over to
me.
I already knew how my pa felt, and I already knew how Tom and his pa felt,
but I still had questions in my head. After a while I figured the best man
to ask my questions to was the same man that everybody always said knew a
lot about everything, and that was the preacher. Now I always been taught
that you didn't never ever question anything the preacher said. Even the
town Mayor and Sherriff never did anything less'n the preacher told 'em
to. The Mayor wouldn't even put his name on any piece of paper that the
preacher didn't okay first.
I thought it over a couple of months and decided it was okay to ask him
'cause since he never said nuthin' 'bout guys fuckin' each other up the
butt that I wasn't tryin' to say he was wrong about anything. I was just
askin' a question, that's all.
So the next time we hitched up the wagons and went into town I found the
preacher over at the saloon that night. He wasn't a drinkin' man, but he
wasn't married either, and in those days the only place in town that acted
like a restaurant was the saloon. I tried to be all polite and asked him if
I could maybe talk to him in private sometime before we head back home. He
was real nice to me and told me to come see him at the church the next
afternoon. He told me not to worry 'bout nuthin', and unless I was gonna
tell him I killed a man or robbed a bank or somethin' terrible like that,
that he wouldn't tell my pa what we talked about.
The next afternoon I even put my Sunday clothes on as much as I hated 'em
'cause I didn't think it proper to see the preacher right there in the
church itself unless I looked my best. I was real nervous and he knowed it,
but he told me to just let it all out what ever it was. He gave me lemonade
to drink and told me some jokes but I was still nervous and it took me a
long time to finally speak up. But I told him about what I was doing with
some other guys. I didn't tell him who - only that I liked to suck on guys'
peckers and get fucked up the butt. He told me he would understand better
if I showed him what I meant, so he dropped his trousers and I took his
pecker and sucked on it 'til he cummed in my mouth. After that he even had
me take my trousers off and he sucked on me 'til I cummed in his mouth and
I felt a lot better 'bout goin' to see him.
He told me that just recently a bunch of doctor people and science people
came up with a word that said what we are. It was called, "homosexual." Up
'til then, there wasn't a word at all to describe us, and that when you get
right down to it, even Jesus Hisself didn't say nuthin' about it. He said
there were a few other people in the Bible who didn't like it, but as long
as Jesus didn't say nuthin' then it didn't really matter what anybody else
thought. But he told me I had to be real careful and real quiet about it,
'cause on somethin' like that it didn't matter even what the preacher said,
folks didn't like to see it or talk about it or hear about it at all. If
word got out, I would be in a lot of danger. I planned on keepin' quiet
anyways, but I sure felt better after I left the preacher that
afternoon. Both 'cause of what he told me and what he did to me.
Me and Tom growed up some more. I even started growin' some hair on my
chest but Tom stayed bare. When you get right down to it, I liked his bare
chest more'n I liked my hairy one. Tom said he liked my chest better and
most times when we was together he'd lay next to me and run his hands on my
chest while we talked. Jeremy decided to get into politikin', and got
hisself elected to the state senate. He helped make sure a new railroad
bein' built came right through town, and then pa was able to raise chickens
and use the railroad to ship 'em live right out to the big cities for folks
to eat, and the money from the farm got better.
My family and Tom and his pa kept makin' our monthly trips into town
together. We had more money to spend and you could lay up more supplies
with two wagons. I started goin' to see the preacher regular and we'd get
nekkid and suck each other and he'd fuck my butt and it was a hoot. No one
ever asked me why I was goin' to church on a Saturday. It was enough that
the preacher wanted to see me and no one questioned why.
Me and Tom growed up some more and I was surprised that now days we'd go
into town and started lookin' at the girls goin' by and talkin' about what
it would be like stickin' our peckers in their holes and fuckin' them. We
knew the only way to do it was to marry up with one of 'em and we weren't
in no hurry to do that since we were havin' so much fun fuckin' each
other. We even told each other we wished there was a way we could just live
together and not marry up with any women folk at all.
There was one girl though that Tom seemed to be gettin' real sweet on, and
I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't 'cause she was a girl - I knew the day
would come that me and Tom both would have no choice but to take up with
one of 'em or another - but it was 'cause she wasn't much of a looker at
all.
Now in those days the women folk didn't have it easy like they do today. My
ma had to cook three big meals a day and she didn't have no fancy gadgets
like today. She did everything by hand just like the other women did. Me
and pa would sit down of a evenin' and relax and ma would still be in the
kitchen makin' the dough to bake bread the next day. Ma would finish in
the kitchen and then go right to bed. I learnt how to listen and would
sneak down to their room at times and through the crack in their door I
could watch my pa fuckin' her hole. Seems like as tired as she was she
liked gettin' fucked 'bout as much as I did.
Most women also had to help out on the farm, especially the plantin' and
harvestin'. At those times we ate real simple since ma didn't have time to
cook like she did in the summer and winter. In the spring and fall the
plantin' and harvestin' was more important, and ma and the other women folk
could be seen right out in the fields doin' the same work the men did, and
because of that they muscled up just like the men did, but the gal Tom was
sweet on seemed like she took that idea too far. I swear when the sun went
down and it started gettin' dark, she could stand right next to her horse
and nobody knowed which one was her. Folks said she was the prettiest
thing around after the horse died.
Tom told me later that the reason he was sweet on her was only 'cause when
he went to town by hisself he would go see her and she would let him fuck
her even though they wasn't married proper. He said it was different
fuckin' the women. You didn't have to spit first 'cause their holes made
their own spit. I never knowed women could spit from two places. Alls you
had to do was stick it in and start fuckin'. But Tom said he still liked
fuckin' me best 'cause I was always ready for it and liked it better'n she
did. He said my butt was tighter anyways and 'sides, women didn't have a
pecker to suck on.
A few more years went by and the new railroad through town did all kinds of
things. Folks started movin' in from everywhere. The town used to only have
a main street with a hotel, a saloon, a general store, the sherriff's
office and the church, and that was about it. Now the main street grew into
a town square. There were now two hotels, three saloons, and the general
store only sold food like a grocery store does these days. We had a
hardware store and another store that sold furniture and other stuff to set
around a house and make it look pretty.
It turned out the gal Tom was sweet on was givin' it up for most every guy
in town willin' to take a bath first. She wound up havin' to marry up with
another guy 'cause she was carryin' his young un and they moved away in
shame. Tom hitched up with another gal he first met in town. I was thankful
she was at least prettier than that first gal. They started havin' young
uns all over the place and I could see them outside playin' all the
time. We still met up in the fields and sometimes in my barn though, and
kept right on fuckin' each other's butts and suckin' each other's
peckers. Tom said his wife wouldn't even think about suckin' his pecker for
him and almost throwed up the first time he tried to stick it in her
mouth. He kept sayin' how lucky he was to have me and his pa around to play
with. Jeremy got hisself elected to the congress and had to move clean out
to Washington DC.
Around the turn of the century I finally couldn't put it off any more, and
even though I didn't really want to I hitched up with a gal named Sally
from a couple farms over. She wasn't a society type of gal and believed in
hard work, so pa said she would make a good farm wife. So she packed up her
stuff and moved in the house with us. In those days there weren't nuthin'
much to marryin'. Way out on farms like that there was no one around, and
you didn't need no kind of ceremony or license or register anywhere to get
married. Alls you did was move in together and told folks you was married
and that was just fine with everybody. Only the rich folks or the folks who
lived right in town bothered with a fancy church weddin'. Sally couldn't
read or write like Jeremy could but she knowed enough to write in the
family Bible the right date we hitched up. It was the first day in August
of 1899.
I had the same ole problems with Sally that Tom had with his wife. She'd
let me fuck her so we could have some young uns but she wouldn't suck
me. She said it was dirty and you didn't need to put a pecker in your mouth
to have a young un anyways so she wouldn't do it. She and Tom's wife both
said the only proper time to fuck at all was when you was ready to have
another young un, so we didn't fuck very much at all. Tom and me made us a
pact that we wouldn't ever move away from each other. We always met up away
from the house and fucked each other 'til we was sweatin' and empty. In a
lot of ways I felt more married to Tom than to Sally, but of course we
couldn't do nuthin' about it so we just kept right on meetin' up when we
could, and them was the best times I remember.
The 1800's turned into the 1900's without us noticin' much. Work on a farm
never ends so to us it was just one day turnin' into another. The most I
like to remember from that year was my son bein' borned. He was borned at
home just like I was on the first day of October, 1900. Sally wrote it in
the Bible all nice and neat so we would at least know the right day. I gave
him Jonathan as a first name and Thomas for a middle name. That way I could
have Tom in my family in some way.
Now Sally was a strong woman allright and did more than her share on the
farm, but she couldn't handle carrying our second young un. She was almost
'bout to give birth and took sick. It looked like she was gonna lose the
baby and one of Tom's boys jumped on his horse and high tailed it into town
to fetch the doctor. It was a long way even ridin' a horse fast, and by the
time he got back with the doctor she and the baby was gone. We buried her
in a plot behind the house. Folks started tellin' me to hitch up with
another gal right away 'cause I hadn't had enough young uns to run the farm
and Jonathan needed a mother anyway. But I just couldn't cotton to meetin'
up with another gal and pretendin' to be glad to be with her.
My ma and pa were gettin' on in years and soon my ma had her a plot behind
the house, and my pa couldn't take bein' without her and withered away 'til
we had to bury him too. He never did see when one of them new fangled
horseless carriages came ridin' through. Me and Tom worked our farms
together and my boy growed up and helped us. Raisin' the chickens brought
in a lot more money than crops did, and I sold off most of our land to the
neighbors and raised the chickens and shipped 'em off on the railroad. It
was still hard work, but me and Tom and my boy handled it just fine. We
helped Tom with his plantin' and harvestin' for a few more years 'til we
had to bury his pa too. And then it was just us.
I would still go see the preacher when we went into town all the way up
'til he was too old to get it up anymore. He finally retired and moved away
to live with his sister and her husband. Before he left he told me my boy
was special, and he left us with some stuff that Tom's wife used to teach
Jonathan how to read and write. He took to it real easy, and after talkin'
about it to Tom I sent Jonathan to Washington DC to live with Jeremy and
get hisself some schoolin'. He was 10 years old then, and after he left was
the first time in my adult life I cried. It broke my heart to send him off
like that, but I figured I was doin' him more good by gettin' him some
schoolin' than I could ever do keepin' him tied down to the farm.
After a couple more years the town finally built a school house close
enough that Tom sent his young uns and they would read me the letters
Jonathan sent to me every couple of months or so. I would say what I wanted
to say to Jonathan and Tom's son would write it down for me and send it off
to Washington DC.
Now that I was alone in the house Tom could come see me when he wanted and
we would go to my bedroom and get nekkid and fuck. Most times we would just
lay together and talk, and it felt real good havin' him in my bed with
me. Both of us wished we could just live together but we knew it could
never be.
When the great war broke out me and Tom was considered too old to fight, so
we didn't have to go. We didn't know 'til later on how lucky we was to be
too young for one war and too old for the next. All we heared about it was
what was writ in the newspapers and had to wait for someone to read 'em to
us. That war kinda came and went and we just kept right on farmin' and
fuckin'. Even Jonathan didn't have to go fight 'cause his eyes weren't good
enough they said. He wore spectacles and didn't think much about it, but I
was secretly glad he didn't have to go. I couldn't even think what it would
be like to lose the only other family member I had. I always thought of Tom
as much family but Jonathan was my son after all and I always thought it
was him supposed to come to my funeral 'stead of me goin' to his.
The years went by and I raised my chickens. More and more folks got
theirselfs a motor car and could drive by and I started sellin' eggs too. I
finally got me one of them motor contraptions for me and Tom to use and it
was kinda fun. I used it and drove myself clean across the country to
Washington DC when my boy had him one of those fancy church weddin's and
hitched up. Jeremy bought me a new suit to wear and I stayed at his
house. He never did hitch up with a gal but he had a couple of guys and
they came over and we spent the whole time nekkid and suckin' and
fuckin'. I asked Jeremy but he said my boy wasn't interested in suckin'
guys so Jeremy left him be.
It seemed like all of a sudden all kinds of strange things started comin'
out to Nebraska and the farms. First thing was this new kind of plumbin',
and I didn't have to pump water from the well into my kitchen sink no
more. Alls I had to do was turn a handle and water came out all by
itself. I was amazed. Next thing you know Tom came by and told me we'd fix
up a room inside the house so's we wouldn't have to use the outhouse no
more. I couldn't figure out what he was talkin' about and scratched my head
the whole time we did the work on up 'til the first time I pulled the chain
and watched the water flush away, and I thought there couldn't be nothin'
as wonderful. No more runnin' outside in the middle of the winter to sit on
that piece of ice in the outhouse! Me and Tom talked about it for days, and
pulled the chain just for the fun of it.
Then on top of all that we put one of them new bathtubs right there in the
same room. You worked it just like the kitchen sink and now I could take a
bath right inside the house too, and I thought we'd done turned the house
into a palace.
Then finally I got the jump on Tom. He came over one day and I was nailin'
wires up all over my walls in the house. He looked at what I was doin' and
this time he scratched his own head.
"Whatcha doin?" he asked me after we kissed for a while.
"Wirin' up the house," I said it like he should have knowed what I was
doin'.
"What fer?"
"Fer that lectric tricity, whatcha think?" I snickered at him. It was the
first time in my whole life I knowed somethin' Tom didn't.
"What's that?" Tom knew I had him and had fun askin' me stuff. He was
lettin' me have my time.
"So's I don't need to go around lightin' candles no more," I told
him. "Alls I gotta do is push a button and the whole house'll light up."
"Aww go on!" Tom laughed, "How can you do that stuff?"
I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really understand it myself but I
seen it the last few times I went into town. Folks all over town was
gettin' it and rantin' and ravin' about how nice it was. Other folks said
it was the end of the world and was too dangerous and would wind up killin'
everybody. I talked to the salesman and I could understand enough of what
he said to know I wanted to try it out. I didn't say nothin' to Tom 'til
then 'cause I wanted to surprise him with it.
"I guess the same way you can take a crap right inside your house you can
light the place up!" We laughed and fucked for a while and then he helped
me finish puttin' up the wires. After the salesman came out with the bulbs
and the lectric company ran a wire out to the farms Tom was beside himself
the first night. He brought his whole family over and I made a big to do
about pushin' the button and the light came on in the parlor. His young uns
at first got scared and ran outta the house and we had us a good laugh
about it. The next month I helped Tom wire up his house.
That lectric tricity brought all kinds of things with it, too. The farm was
doin' good on it's own with the chickens and eggs, and I had a lot of money
put away from sellin' off parts of the land, so I bought myself some
gadgets. First thing I bought was a whole stove and oven all in one piece
and all run by lectric tricity. I didn't have to build a wood fire in the
old stove any more. That old stove was nice in the winter, but it was 'bout
intolerable in the summer. Next thing I got was a lectric ice box and I
could keep food cold in it for a long time and keep water and lemonade
too. I was livin high on the hog in those days.
Years went by and more and more folks had their own motor cars and once a
year Jonathan would drive all the way out with his wife and visit me,
sometimes for a couple months in the summer. He'd finished his schoolin'
and all, but he liked school so much that he became a teacher in one of the
colleges in Washington DC. One year I drove my car out to see him and one
of the proudest moments in my life was when I heared a young kid call him
"professor." The very next year Jonathan and his wife drove out to see me,
and I thought I was gonna surprise them with a brand new gadget I had. It
was called a telephone, and I could just pick it up and talk to Jonathan
without leavin' my house.
But the telephone almost didn't get talked about at all. Jonathan and his
wife drove out in front of the house and Jonathan reached in the back seat
and pulled out a baby, and I found out I was a grandpa! I almost cried once
again 'cause I was so proud and happy for them. That baby was like a
perfect copy of me and Jonathan and they named him William, after me, and
gave him a middle name of Jeremy.
Tom's young uns growed up and made him a grandpa too, and we would sit on
my porch or in my parlor and laugh at all the changes the world was goin'
through. 'Course the one change I wanted never did happen, and me and Tom
still had to keep our feelings for each other a secret. We still let it out
when he came to visit, but outside the house no one would know.
One change we didn't like was when times got real bad. Now days folks call
it the Great Depression, but me and Tom was lucky that we was farmin'. I
had plenty of money put away and didn't go poor like so many did when the
banks started closin' up. Between us, Tom and his family ate my chickens
and eggs and I ate their beef and vegetables and we did allright. Even
Jonathan was lucky he taught at one of them real fancy colleges that only
rich folks sent their young uns to, so they kept right on sendin' 'em and
Jonathan kept on teachin'.
Tom and I never did nuthin' with each other at his house. None of his boys
was interested in each other or us so the only time I went to his house was
to help with some work or to have supper with 'em. One day in the afternoon
I went to his house to help and Tom was layin' in bed. His wife said he
took sick that mornin' and was doin' ok with some aspirin. But later that
night one of his boys ran to my house and said Tom was awful sick and one
of the other boys drove their car into town to fetch the doctor, and that
Tom was askin' for me.
I got to the house and Tom never looked so bad. He was burnin' up with
fever and almost wasn't himself. He was grabbin' his stomach and I could
tell he was hurtin' somethin' awful and I had a feelin' in my gut that the
doctor wouldn't make it in time. His wife was beside herself and I think
I'm the only one who noticed that when Tom took his last breath he reached
out and grabbed my hand 'stead of hers.
One of the hardest things I ever done in my life was bury Tom and act like
I was just a bystander. Everybody was comfortin' his wife and no one paid
me any mind at all. Me and some other guys lowered his casket into the
ground and I felt like that box ripped my heart out and took it to Tom's
grave with 'im. I went home and holed up in my house and cried out loud
like a baby 'til I didn't have a drop of fluid left in me.
I was somewhere around 70 years old then and I know I should have knowed
better. Life is like that. Folks grow up and everybody's got to go
sometime. I just wish it was me went first 'stead of Tom. I know that
sounds selfish, but I wasn't thinkin' right anyways. I spent the next few
days holed up in my house. I didn't eat nuthin'. Folks went to Tom's house
to take his family some food but no one came knockin' on my door. I walked
through my house and kicked the walls and slammed doors. I even took to
sleepin' in my parlor 'cause I couldn't stand the thought of sleepin' in
the same bed that Tom wasn't gonna come to no more.
After a week or so one of Tom's boys came around after breakfast to tell me
to come up to the house later on and have supper with 'em. I was feelin'
poorly and I guess I looked it too. Tom's boy ran back to his house and
Tom's wife came and sat with me while his boy once again tore into town in
the car to fetch the doctor. I was feelin' poorly but I only thought it was
'cause I was missin' Tom and wasn't eatin'.
This time the doctor got there in time and after he looked at me and asked
some questions he sent the others away and stayed with me. He kept on
askin' me stuff about all kinds of things I couldn't figure out what it had
to do with how I felt. But he was a doctor after all and I didn't think it
proper to question him. I was feelin' real bad and I guess my defenses were
down and I finally told him how much I missed Tom. He just nodded and told
me he had a brother back home who was the same way as me and Tom, and that
he understood how I felt and that he was real sorry I had to go through it
all alone. That's the first time anybody gave me any condolence over losin'
Tom. I felt better almost right away.
But the doctor told me there was more wrong with me than just missin' Tom,
and he took me back into town with him to his office. He had built a clinic
that was the closest thing to a real hospital the town had, and he kept me
there a few days doin' all kinds of tests I didn't even begin to
understand, so I just put up with 'em. After all that he told me my heart
wasn't workin' like it should - that it was too big and wasn't pumpin' good
enough. He told me I would have to take three whole pills every day and I
couldn't work the farm no more.
Now workin' the farm wasn't nuthin' to me with only raisin' chickens like
it was when I was a boy and we had crops to plant and tend to and
harvest. With the chickens alls I had to do was feed 'em once a day and
pick up the eggs in the mornin'. I even had a big ole gadget that spread
the feed around for me so I didn't have to haul the feed sacks around, and
Tom's boys and grandkids came over and packed the chickens in crates to
haul off to the railroad for me, so in those days what I was doin' on my
farm wasn't somethin' I considered real work. So when the doctor told me I
couldn't even do that much I kinda figured there was more wrong with my
heart than he was tellin' me.
Tom's boys got on their telephone and got through to Jonathan and told him
I was laid up in the hospital. By this time they had those fancy machines
that could take right up and fly through the air like a bird and Jonathan
got on one of those and surprised me the next day by walkin' right through
my front door. He told me not to argue with him but I was gonna pick up and
go live with him in the city so's he could keep an eye on me and make sure
I saw a doctor regular. He told me he was gonna take that flyin' machine
back and drive his car out to get me and what stuff I wanted to bring and
he'd hog tie me to the car if he had to.
Jeremy got hold of a lawyer friend of his who lived in town and he did the
paper work for me. He found a young family who wanted to move in and take
over raisin' and sellin' the chickens. The young man's wife was a proper
teacher and the town was lookin' for a new teacher since the other one was
retiring. I decided 'stead of sellin' the farm outright that the young
family would send me money every month for the right to live in the house
and work the farm, and that plus the money I already put aside would do me
while I lived in the city.
I knowed I had a weak heart and all, but there's a part of everybody's
heart that ain't got nuthin' to do with pumpin'. That part of my heart
pained me twice over. First I was givin' up the only life I ever knowed and
was goin' to the big city and I didn't know how I would take to that. Only
thing made me do it was the thought of gettin' to see my boy and his boy
every day. Other than that I didn't really want to leave the home I growed
up in and had been part of my family since my own grandpa's time. What
really pained my heart though was the thought of goin' all that way away
and leavin' poor ole Tom to lay in his grave all by hisself. I kept
thinkin' back to the pact we made that we wouldn't never leave each other,
and I know it sounds silly, but I kept thinkin' I was breakin' my word to
the only man I ever loved and cared about. I wished there was a way I could
see to it that when my time came I could be buried right next to him, but I
knowed better than to say anything about it except to the doctor in town
who was so nice and understandin' to me.
He told me that it didn't make no difference when it comes to rememberin'
Tom. He told me I could remember Tom any time I wanted to, and it didn't
matter what time of day it was or where I was when I did it. He was a good
doctor and a good man. I wish him all the best.
So now I live here in the city with Jonathan and my grandson. They have a
nice house just outside the crowded part of the city and they have a small
place they call a guest house, and that's where I am now. Jeremy retired
from politikin' and since his pa and brother was gone there was nuthin' for
him to go back to Nebraska to, so he moved in here with me. As long as I
can still walk, I'll stay here and then I guess I'll have to move right
into Jonathan's house with him.
If it weren't for Jeremy bein' here with me I'd have no one to talk
to. Rememberin' can be done anywhere like the doctor said, but it's more
fun when you can talk about it, and the things I have more fun rememberin'
can't be talked about with just anyone. Me and Jeremy talk to each other
about the good ole days when we'd get nekkid and suck each other's peckers
and fuck each other's butts. Neither me or Jeremy is gonna be around much
longer, though, so I guess I'm also usin' this piece of paper here to talk
to.
My grandson got hisself hitched up and his young wife is carryin' their
first youngun, but somehow I got a feelin' I ain't gonna be around to see
the birth. Now days the women folk go to a hospital to give their birth,
and almost no one gets borned at home anymore. Everything runs on lectic
tricity or gas. Seems like no one really has to do anything for theirselfs
anymore but they still complain.
We went through yet another big war, and it made 'em change the name of the
other one to World War One, and this one was World War Two. I was able to
follow this one a lot better'n I followed the other one. I still don't
understand all about it, but I sure do hope we don't ever have to go
through another one.
Now days every one can read and write - even me. I think it's a good thing,
but I think the people who don't like it are the preachers. Used to be they
could say anything and nobody questioned 'em ever. Now days anyone can pick
up a Bible and read it, and it made 'em start askin' questions and makin'
the preachers explain theirselfs. Every town has more than one preacher
these days and they can't just sit and tell the town what to do
anymore. Bit by bit they been losin' the power they had and they don't like
it one bit. I think that's gonna be a bigger and bigger problem in days to
come.
All that aside, I can only wish for the world I'm 'bout to leave that they
fix things so folks like me and Tom can just be together and not have to
worry what other folks think about it. But the ones in the congress and the
senate who's supposed to be lookin' out for all of us are so dang bull
headed they's like them three monkeys that don't see or hear or speak
nuthin'. Especially they don't see or hear when they's doin' somethin'
wrong theirselfs. And these are the ones supposed to be runnin' a whole
country that's supposed to be free. It just don't make no sense. I know
there's a bunch of things ain't right, but I always figured that havin' no
schoolin' it weren't my place to speak up about it.
Well if I get to live long enough to see my great-grandchild get borned I'd
like that. But if it ain't to be, then so be it. I done said my piece, and
I done my work, and I feel at peace with the Good Lord, so I'm ready.
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I'm glad he felt at peace! I don't know exactly how he died, but I hope it
was easy for him. As it happens, he didn't get to see his great-grandchild
being born, but that child was my father. I remember great-grandpa Jonathan
only vaguely, and I remember a little about him speaking about his father
making a great sacrifice to send him away so he could get an
education. Great-grandpa Jonathan passed away when I was still a little
kid, but his son followed in his footsteps and became a professor emeritus
at the univeristy, and one of the main reasons I went to college was
because my grandpa wouldn't have it any other way. I went to the same
college where he and my great-grandpa used to teach.
When grandpa Jonathan passed away he left the house to my dad. But dad was
very much ingrained in his career in Baltimore so he turned the house over
to me. I'm sure my great-great-grandfather would be very disappointed to
learn that his great-great-grandson is still in the closet much for the
same reasons he was. The world hasn't woken up yet! I think if my
great-great-grandfather had a little encouragement he would have spoken up
more often and everyone would know what a smart guy he really was.
In college I changed my major a few times, but I think I'm going to go back
and finish my law degree, and then I'll start doing some "politikin" of my
own. Maybe my own great grandson or great grand nephew or whoever will have
an easier time of it than I or my great-great-grand father did. But first I
think I'll take a little trip to Nebraska and look up a certain grave and
tell the guy buried there that he was missed.
THE END
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